many days ago, walking home with a few of my friends, one of them suggested that we go streaking.
at first i disagreed, because the girls refused, but one of my friends had already jumped out of his clothes. (a little excited, now that i think about it.)
having a good ten or twelve beer in me, i figured it could do no harm, so i jumped out of my jeans and shirt, gave them to the girls, and started shouting at the top of my lungs (it was about 2 AM in a quiet neighbourhood.)
finally we decided that we needed to alert the residents that there were a bunch of drunken teenagers streaking throughout their neighbourhood, so we rang several doorbells. nobody answered.
when we turned to get our clothes, we found that the girls had disappeared. at this point, we were stuck in below zero weather in the early hours of the morning, with no clothes. we ran around the block several times, shouting our displeasure, and finally the girls stepped through a gap in some bushes, doubling with laughter, and gave us back our clothes.
oh boy, it was time for another beer.
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